While relaxing and putting the girls to sleep last night, DITC confessed to me that he was listening to this song while I was away performing my Umrah. Mahu tergolek-golek I ketawa. Romantic? Touching? Funny? Entah ye entah idak. DITC is fond of cracking up jokes that sound so believable. Anyway enjoy it, it’s been a long time since I last heard this song.
Month: November 2010
WHAT TWEEN?
Hello did I miss a whole ten year or something? Where does this TWEEN came from? I was a child and then I became a teenager before I became an adult. I was never a tween. But when I goggled tween today I got all sorts of results and its very alarming.
From my read, tween are supposedly children from the age of 10 till 13. Its also known as pre-teen whereby there are not yet a teen but no longer just a kid. Hmmm…this is so frustrating because I think I have a TWEEN at home.
How can I have a tween when I call both of them “my babies”. I’ve spent my whole nine years with her and never missed a single night sleep with her except during my “perut encounter” at the hospital for 3 nights and my recently umrah trip. But yet, I feel like she’s suddenly all grown up and I’m already missing her. Physically, she used to be my chubby baby and now she is all slim and slender and it happened so fast. She is 147cm and that is definitely 10cm lesser than my actual height and she has not even turned to a double digit age. And she wear a size 5 shoes. I was still wearing size 4.5 when I married DITC.
Emotionally, she is no longer having tantrum, she goes into a very nasty mood swings instead. All the fun craft I used to do with her is no longer fun and she gets bored easily at home. Nothing can buy her calmness even with the most expansive ice cream you can find within 5KM radius of the house.
I had a conversation with my sis in law recently and she told me her encounter the moment she had to leave her 18 year old daughter (who has never been in boarding school before) at her dorm in Edinburgh. She controlled herself in front of her but started crying all the way to the airport.
I still have 9 years to go before the freshman year but I hope I don’t take things for granted. Having a tween and a toddler at home is definitely tough. I have this worry that I might unintentionally neglect the small one while trying to accommodate the “crazy tween” cycle.
But I guess I should not discredit myself all too soon as I realized this tween phenomenon at an early stage and will definitely take the necessary actions to make the cycle as healthy as possible.
Insya Allah!
Good Luck Ms Pelican
Ms Pelican was looking high and low for something last night before she came to me. Mrs Madhouse, do you still have the air zam-zam? I was like…why would she suddenly ask for Air Zam Zam and suddenly I realized….OH NAK SPM BARU CARIK AIR ZAM ZAM YER…..
Anyway, GOOD LUCK MS PELICAN……you have lived like a zombie for the past 1 month and I guess we’ll see you like that for another month …
My Personal Carpenter.
It was 1 year ago when DITC turned the garden bench into Sophie’ new home and this year, he turned the cupboard door into this.
I guess he should have taken his cert in carpentry instead of mechanical engineering. But it’s a good thing that he likes to recycle and improvises or else we would have been a major contributor to the depletion of the ozone layers. It’s great to have somebody to materialize your ideas but its is greater when he does it with very minimal expense but great output.
When I was 10 I had this really huge Barbie doll house that my brother bought in London. I had it with me until I was 13 and when I went to visit my brother in the UK, my Dad cruelly gave my whole Barbie collection to somebody. I didn’t have the chance to say goodbye and kept on repeating this story to LP for over 100 times and I think DITC is already bored of the sad story that is becoming annoying now.
So where is this all going to……I wonder whether DITC would want to build me this doll house that almost resemble my long lost Barbie house. Definitely not for me but for both LP and LA. Then we will have a great time doing its interior decorating.
Where have all the makcik nasi lemak gone to?
I thought the makcik will only be gone the day before Raya but was I wrong, I have the feeling that they will be gone until the weekend. We travelled within 10km radius of the office trying to find a decent malay stall but we just couldn’t find any. Even Sup Ani Utara our usual alternative was closed last tuesday and this morning. Of course there were many reputable mamaks and kopitiam joint but we have long abandoned such places. So again , we headed to the place we were last tuesday morning……
Berlepas Diri
I’ve finally made a decision to do the above after many years of trying to keep the spirit up, emotional sessions, handling mood swings and etc. I guess there is just a limit to everything and when there is no respect to your feelings I guess the only way is to berlepas diri. I therefore bid adieu and solemnly move backwards feeling sad but with no regrets.
Note: for readers out there, this post has nothing to do with DITC…just in case you are all wondering.
Grandma’s Little Angel.
Last few weeks, my parents told me about the conversation they had with LA. My mom was already crying in laughter, trying to recall the moment. She said that LA put on a poker face throughout the conversation she had with her Tok Baba.
LA: Tok Baba, you have to listen to Grandma. If she tells you to do anything you must listen to her. Why you don’t listen to her?
Tok Baba: Ask me to do what?
LA: When she ask you to pick me up you must listen to her. My daddy always listen to my mummy.
Tok Baba: Why I must listen to your Grandma?
LA: With a very stern look on her face…..You want to be like Tok Ma’s husband?
Tok Baba: What happen to him?
LA: He’s DEAD!!!
Tok Baba : My GOODNESS!!!
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